My TV is staring at me
It says go to sleep
Go to sleep.
Turns me into a Siamese twin
Where do I start?
The TV screen begins
Plugs me into some holy geek
His point in life is incomplete
My TV is telling me
That only money can make me happy
Hold the course and then sail

Across the satellite beams
Across the oceans or seas
To the light house I can be
I see some soldiers with guns
And they are killing for fun
They are killing to entertain me

Caught between that world and this
I'd sell my soul for a bond girl's kiss
Caught between that world and this
I'd sell my soul for a state of bliss

My TV is telling me
That all the money
Goes into the military

Hold the course and then sail

Across the satellite beams
Across the oceans or seas
To the light house I can be
I see some soldiers with guns
And they are killing for fun
They are killing to entertain me
And then I heard your name
As the spaceman came
He came right through my screen
And then his lifeline broke
He began to choke
Jump cut to another scene

General CommentI logged onto facebook.com for the first time yesterday and realized that I have lost my friends to the sea. A sea of electronic lies, bloated materialism, and denial that hides their suspended disbelief that modern western lifestyles of decay are not only consuming them but everyone we kill under "foreign policy" to maintain this sick way of life. You've seen it before .. those tired sore smiles that say "I am hypnotized, and adequately, even willingly! desensitized, and sedated! Please don't let my suspicions be true, please just give me another hit. The worst part is when everyone can capture it fifty times a day, digitally. This life was made possible by FUTURE SHOP, keep on pretending you sad empty sheep, you are owned and cultivated and laughed at! GOD I feel so alone.